However, what made the white man upstairs feel nervous again was that although there were a few bullet holes in the body downstairs and some blood seemed to be gurgling out, the body did not fall. On the contrary, the body did not fall.
Standing there with his body intact, the bloody face without any expression seemed to have a mocking smile. Use the reader to read tens of millions of novels, no ads at all!
Hey, I'm already dead. I've been dead since just now. What can you do to a dead person?
No one explained in the white man's ears, but he looked at the face of his companion and seemed to have heard the voice. His companion was calling him, telling him that guns could not solve any problems, and that they would eventually go to hell together.
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"Damn it, damn it, damn it."
The white man roared in a low voice while hurriedly taking out another magazine. He wanted to replace the magazine as soon as possible and then shoot again. He did not believe that two consecutive rounds of shooting could not completely kill a former companion.
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Hey, I'm already dead, I'm already dead, no matter how many times you shoot, there's still no difference to me!
The ferocious smile of his companion kept floating in front of the white man, even affecting his actions. In panic, he couldn't even insert the magazine into the handle. The violent trembling finally made the magazine in his hand roll to the ground, and he watched as the magazine fell.
Falling down, the white man upstairs suddenly felt a sense of relief for some reason. He dropped the gun in his hand on the ground. Amidst the crisp impact, he breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered: "Damn it, come on.
, come on, damn it.”
Following this sound, the body of the companion downstairs crashed to the ground. Just as the white people upstairs were in shock, a young Han man suddenly flashed out from the side of the stairs and looked at the white people. The Han man did not pause at all.
Waving something in the dim light of the corridor, he suddenly rushed up.
At this time, the white man had already lost any resistance. He watched helplessly as his opponent rushed in front of him, and then a huge impact occurred on his temple. After that, he knew nothing about it.
Seeing his opponent fall suddenly, Tang Yuyao sniffed around, took out his mobile phone, and started sending text messages to Lao Liu. As he pressed the buttons, a grunting sound kept coming out. This kind of thing was once called a bad taste.
The sound made a white man think wildly, and also made Tang Yuyao win more easily than before.
After a while of silence, Tang Yuyao's phone started to vibrate. He looked down and Lao Liu told him that people from Feil Sun and Ouyang's family had already arrived at the supermarket, and the rest of the finishing work could be left to these people. Now Tang Yuyao
My job is to leave the supermarket as soon as possible and find the person who just appeared from the fourth floor to kill the secret agent in the inference, and now leaves quietly.
That person may be the commander-in-chief of this operation, and that person may not be a foreigner, but an authentic Chinese. Only such a person will not be discovered and alerted by the hidden line, and can succeed in the attack just now
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It was difficult for Tang Yuyao to find a Chinese who was completely indistinguishable from mainlanders in the huge crowd, but he just shrugged, put away the phone, put away all the pistols of his two opponents, and walked along
We walked down the corridor quickly.
When passing the body downstairs, Tang Yuyao lowered his head and glanced at the stockings tied to the head. He had just used these to slowly raise the head. Because it was flesh-colored, it was easy to be confused in the dim light, so it was